Following Art's instructions, under the harsh midday sun in the desert, a small object was floating on the water, and the part soaked by the water was emitting dazzling reflections.
"I'll go take a look." Ravens said, and jumped into the pond.
This pond does not look big, but it is unexpectedly very deep. If Art takes two or three steps forward, he may fall directly. Therefore, it is better for Ravens to do it here.
good.
But of course, Art can actually swim, but it will be very difficult if the heavy clothes he wears get soaked.
Under the gaze of the three people, Ravens quickly swam to the reflective point and fished it out. It seemed to be a small object, and Ravens held it easily.
"Look, what is this?" Ravens climbed out of the pond and threw the thing in front of Art.
This is a fragment-like thing, milky white in color, with several deep scars on its smooth surface.
"What is this..." Art picked it up and looked at it, frowning.
"The hardness is a bit like silicone, and the surface is smooth...it looks like skin." Art turned the piece over again and looked at the broken hole.
"One end of the bad opening has a sharp cutting gap, and the other bad openings are twisted upwards. Well, it can be preliminarily concluded that it was done in a very rough way, using a large number of engraving knife-type tools arranged in a ring.
Shaved from bottom to top."
"As for the other side, silk thread? Ah, I've seen this before! It seems to be the kind of transmission thread used in dolls!"
Regarding the analysis of metal gaps, this is what Art, a mechanical structural scientist on earth, does most often. In the task of repairing and improving some equipment, this is a necessary operation to find the root cause of the problem.
"...So, this thing should be part of the doll?" Uncle Nimu was confused. The second half of the sentence was okay. Although I knew what each word of the previous sentence meant, I didn't know what it meant when connected.
.Of course, he only needs to understand the last sentence.
"Yes, well, they were probably cut off by sandworms. I've seen a lot of wounds like this." Ravens also had some knowledge in this area and said, "Although most of the wounds I've seen are flesh, not flesh.
What is this...silicon?"
"Silicon, but that doesn't seem to be the case. It should be part of the doll anyway."
"Whatever, at least we know that the doll has been here, and the situation is not good." Old man Nimu is more open-minded. If you don't understand, just ignore it and just do what you want to do.
"Okay, Little Art, it seems that our mission has changed from 'finding the doll Velma' to 'finding the fragments of the doll and proving that these fragments are Velma.'" Ravens spread his hands and said, then
Then he looked back at the deep pond.
"Or, find a way to dive down and see if the doll is at the bottom of the water here. The doll is not afraid of water, right?"
"Perhaps I wasn't afraid originally..." Art looked at the fragments in his hand and said.
After saying this, everyone stood still and looked at each other.
After about five seconds of silence, Uncle Nim spoke first.
"Let me make it clear first that except for bathing, I have never touched water in my life."
"Me too, and I haven't even taken a shower since probably the rest of my life. The time I got into the water just now was my first time in twenty years."
"Yes, the bridge was still intact the last time we were here."
The cooperation between Nim and Nim and his son was so perfect that Ravens couldn't say a word and his face turned dark.
"Okay, okay, I'm really stupid for expecting you two losers!" Ravens sighed to himself, then squatted down on the spot and seemed to be removing the boots from his feet.
What's coming?
"Damn it, just swimming, diving? That's not something humans can do at all!" Ravens seemed to have a certain psychological shadow about diving, but the movements of his hands still did not stop.
He first took out a total of four long small iron rods from the decorations on the boots on both feet, and inserted them into the ground at an angle, forming a circle.
Immediately afterwards, he took off the soles of his boots.
Yes, Jesus...I don’t know if there is such a person in this world, but God, the soles of his boots can be removed, and then placed on the four iron rods, and then...
Nana, witcher tips, and shoe sole-shaped cooking pot are complete.
"My, my goddess, what are you doing?" After seeing Ravens' actions, Nim was also a little surprised. After all, no matter how you look at it, this thing looks like a cooking pot, but the 'pot'
Part, isn’t it a little too weird?
"What's wrong? Don't worry, the soles of my boots are made of soft iron and won't burn." Ravens didn't realize what the others were exclaiming about.
Then, without even washing it, he took out a kettle from his waist and poured the liquid into the soles of his shoes. No, it should be said that it was a pot.
The subsequent operations were relatively ordinary. He used the magic stone that Art had used before to make a fire, and took out a handful of hay from his butt to light it. But the previous operation was too shocking, until the pot of water
It was all boiling, but several people were still shocked.
"So, what are you going to do?" Art recovered quickly and asked about business first.
"Boil some potion to make yourself feel better when you go into the water." Ravens glanced at Art and said: "Also, you must not touch these things, otherwise you will die in pain - especially
A kid like you will definitely come to me and cause trouble if you turn into a ghost."
"Yeah..." Art looked at Ravens' operation thoughtfully and stood quietly aside without speaking.
After the water boiled for a while, Ravens finally started to put something in it.
I saw him taking out a small box from the small bag behind his butt, and the moment he opened the box...
"Damn it! What did you put in it? Expired shit!" A strong smell, like a rotting corpse or like shit from diarrhea, wafted out, which made Art concentrate on learning something.
He immediately took a few steps back.
"What do you know?" Ravens glanced at Art again and said, "Those two tramps are much more reserved than you."
"Actually, we are used to this smell. Although we are a little surprised, it is just shit." Uncle Nim said calmly. Compared with the previous operation, the box he took out from behind his butt contained shit.